Just watching the news — showing a group of new recruits in the Army going through basic training. So moving that there are men and women who are willing to put their lives on the line for ME — a person who takes her freedom for granted on a daily basis. It shames me. It shouldn’t take Memorial Day for me to remember and to acknowledge their sacrifices.

I spent most of the Memorial Day weekend enjoying myself. Plans to go to Austin fell apart at the last minute, which was more than okay with me. I’m not real big on traveling — even when it involves nothing more than a couple changes of clothes tossed into a carry-on bag — and my favorite place in the world is my own bed. Yeah. I’m a lot of fun. But I stayed home and visited places close to home that had remain unseen by me until now. And I also got to spend some time with my parents and my brother’s family, which was SO much fun. Ryan and I got on a roll, telling stories from our childhood and how we almost died on half a dozen occasions. I also had to clean out two bedrooms and my bathroom ahead of the workers who arrived today to patch cracked walls and seal windows to prepare for painting. The head painter told me today they should be done by Saturday. SATURDAY??? So Emma Kelly will be tossed around from house to house the next few days to avoid the chaos and the fumes, and on top of that — the new nanny is moving in this weekend!! I’m going to spend the next couple of days batting my eyes and letting sugar drip from my lips as I encourage these men to get this job done by Friday. Wish me luck on that.

And then I got home thinking “The Bachelorette” was starting at 8. It was only 8:10, so I wasn’t too far behind, right? But then I turned on the TV to find that it started at 7, so it was almost pointless to watch and tweet at that point. But I decided to do it anyway. But before I got started, I threw a load of clothes in the wash. At the last minute, I thought I’d toss a pillow in there, too. Surely there was enough room for that. Surely. But no. Five seconds before the first commercial break, I heard that horrifying THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! THUMP! coming from the laundry room. I ran in there to find the washing machine walking across the floor and water all over the place. Ugh. So I pulled out the pillow, threw a couple of towels down, and then raced back to the TV. I was willing to risk water damage to get back to the Bachelorette. The sacrifices I make to be snarky….

And now I’m going to go mop up the mess and get myself to bed.

And God bless America and our troops!!! Because of you, I have the freedom to watch a ridiculous TV show, tweet about it, and then go clean up a mess in the laundry room. And I am thankful for all of it!

XO
Kellie